Adjusting to a New Life

I woke up to Mac's shifting, and I turned to see him next to me, eyes open. I giggled and 'boop'-ed his nose, which made him smile. Those eyes, those...big pools of emerald were simply stunning. "James." he said, his smile growing wider. "Yeah?" I asked, getting up from the bed, the weight of my cast seeming more apparent than it had yesterday. "Last night," he started, but about as soon as he had, Applebloom came smashing through the door, toppling me over with her oddly weighty body.

"James! James!" she yelled, sitting atop my bare chest. Her hooves felt funny, soft, but still strong. I laughed heartily, picking her up into the air. "Yeah, Squirt?" I asked, throwing her up in the air just to catch her. "It's Apple Day!" she shrieked in joy, soon enough just bouncing atop my palms. I looked at her oddly, not being familiar with Pony Holidays, let alone ones based around Apples...

"Apple Day?" I inquired, holding her in place. "Yeah! You know, when all the good Apple Farmers get presents for a good Year's Harvest!" Now it made sense. It was a holiday made up by the Apples to coax their children into working twice as hard to get presents. It was like a Christmas on Earth. I smiled, setting her down next to me. "Well, what pony brings you the presents?" I asked, trying to get more information about this holiday, so's not to ruin it for the little filly.

"Apple Clause!" she said with delight. I giggled at how close it was to 'Santa', but I just sat up and looked around for my pants from the previous day. 'Cuz, you know, cast and all, I get to be gross and lazy. Mac smiled and took the excited filly out of my room, closing the door behind them. I could hear him outside my door, walking away, "Remember Applebloom, you have to behave all day if you want Apple Clause to bring you anything!" he proceeded to laugh heartily, and a lot like Old Saint Nick.

I stood up and stretched, the cast still feeling awkward, but none the less I looked around for a shirt. Not that the Apples wouldn't enjoy my (far less than) bulging muscles. I chuckled at the thought, picking up a random shirt from my dresser, not even looking as I put it on. I turned away from the dresser, taking a look at myself in the mirror.

The shirt was less than fabulous, being a simple light blue button down work shirt, much like my father had worn back on Earth. But, I suppose with the jeans I was wearing, they looked okay. I've thought about having Rarity make me a suit for the next Gala, usually Applejack got me a ticket through Twilight's connections, but I almost never went. The Apple family really was too kind, I couldn't accept it. Instead, Applebloom got to go, and she always returned talking about how amazing it was. I heard Applejack call up, I must have taken longer than I had thought.

I took a few steps downstairs before I heard the festivities already starting, and Applebloom was no doubt bouncing off the walls with the impending visit from 'Apple Clause'. I laughed as I threw this name around in my head, how similiar the Pony World was to my own. I stepped out into the Kitchen, which really was the main part of the house, saying hi to the family sitting at the table.

"Howdy James!" Applejack said, giving me a smile. I took my seat at the tail of the table, opposite of Macintosh who was well on his way into a second bowl of Apples-and-Oatmeal. Did these ponies ever get tired of the same meal? Probably not. Hell, the fruit might as well be part of their literal blood. Maybe it was, and that's why they needed to eat so much of it, to survive.

Once more I laughed at the ideas inside me head. "Hello, Applejack." I responded, returning her smile tenfold. I mustered up as much air as I could inside my lungs before releasing what was sure to wake Granny Smith up, and excite Applebloom to her Applecore,

"MERRY APPLE DAY!"

And sure enough, eliciting a smile from Macintosh, and a splash of Oatmeal from Granny, Applebloom hopped up and down before scarfing down her Oatmeal and running outside. We all laughed while Granny wiped oatmeal from her confused face. I ate quickly, only hungry for a single bowl. Me and Macintosh were both getting up, and I decided to ask him out on a date. Sort-of.

"Macintosh, would you like to join me for a walk around Ponyville?" I asked, nudging him with my elbow. "Eenope." he responded, smiling. I, of course, was a bit distraught. "Why not?" I asked, cocking my head. "Gotta work the Orchard." That sent me into a silent, mental fit. Wasn't he supposed to get a day off? I was so looking forward to a day with Mac where I didn't have to move heavy objects about. But, there was nothing I'd be able to do to change that big Lugs mind, so I just let him be.

"Alright, don't work yourself too hard, okay, Mac?" I asked of him, patting him right on his blonde mane. He smiled and left out the door, not saying a thing. I looked to Applejack questioningly, but she just shrugged that odd way ponies do and smiled. "Ya never can tell what's goin' on inside that head of his." she told me,

I left Sweet Apple Acres to go to Twilight's library to find a good book, probably something on Magic. True, I couldn't perform anything, but it was still an interesting subject. "Heya, James!" Derpy, the lovable Mail-Mare I'd come to know a little, said as she flew over me, dropping peoples mail. I chuckled at her...Derpiness? I don't know. Anyway, I passed Sugarcube Corner, smiling as the Cakes waved to me. It was a rather odd incident, first arriving in this Pony-World of Equestria. I remembered back to it.

I had been walking home from the bar (I had just turned 21, and that occasion called for getting totally wasted...) and I had lost my way, almost getting hit multiple times by cars on the highway. Then, I remember falling off a bridge. That had water. Lots of it. I remember falling, hitting the water, sinking, and water filling my lungs. It was almost like an out-of-body experience, the way I watched myself sink... If you've ever played Kingdom Hearts I or II, you will understand what I'm talking about. You know, when Sora is falling through the water, bubbles surrounding him and going upwards. It was like that, but instead of touching a mystical Stain-Glass floor, I smashed against a hard Cobblestone Road, and instead of it being nighttime, it was midday. That wasn't very enjoyable, seeing as how my clothing was gone, which made no sense. Side effect of drunkeness, maybe? I have no clue.

Anyway, the Ponies generally began to freak out, I would too if a strange creature landed in the middle of town, blubbering nonsensically about never drinking again. I wigged out, too, running off towards the nearest forest. Which, fortunately, wasn't the Everfree Forest I learned about later. Instead I had wandered into the Orchard, where Mac had found me against a tree with severe dehydration. I still don't know why he didn't scream or try to beat me like the others did. After getting my clothing issue situated, he introduced me to the town and settled the Hysteria. And a certain Pink Party Pony didn't make it easy.

But, sure enough, afterwards there was a party. Pinkie called it a 'Sorry for screaming at you out of fear' party. She made absolutely no sense. And, at that party, was when I started looking at the newly met Macintosh in a way that bothered me. Not that it bothers me anymore, as a matter of fact, I love him dearly. Which also made me feel weird. This'd be frowned upon on Earth... But fuck those guys, this isn't Earth, and ponies are the only things vaguely attractive. Though, Macintosh was for more attractive than the rest.

Then it hit me.

No, not a realization.

A door.

I was snapped out of my reverie by a heavy, thick wooden door to my face, I fell backwards, bashing myself as I attempted to hold my nose with my casted arm. "Gahfuck!" I spouted together into one word, holding my bleeding nose with my left hand. "James!" I heard Twilight shriek as she came around the other side of that door, a pile of scrolls and books tumbling everywhere.

"James, are you OK!?!?" she shouted as she shook me to-and-fro. "Yeah, Twi, I'm fine.." I told her, getting up off my ass. The blood had ruined my shirt, and gotten on my cast a little. I squinted up at the waning light, seeing Twilight doing some of her Unicorn magic. I, excitedly, stood up and waited for it to happen.

But, alas, she was not focusing her magic on me. Instead, she picked up all her scrolls and what not, walking backwards into the library. I held my nose awkwardly as she shuffled backwards, watching behind her. "Hey, Twi, think I could check out a book?" I asked, following her in. Once more she dropped everything where I was, and I was sure I heard a quill snap. The sound made me flinch, but Twi's reaction got a laugh out of me.

"Of course! What do you want? Daring Do? Oh, there's a great ghost story over here..." she started walking towards one of the many shelves, pulling books out magically before placing them back in. "Actually, just a book about Magic." I replied, my head tilted back. Twilight smiled, pulling a book from the shelf. "This is just what you're looking for!"

The book she had floated over to me had a picture of a stallion scratching his head, and the cover read Magic for Idiots. I chuckled at the title, flipping it open to run through it quickly. It was good enough, so I had Twilight check it out for me. "Twi, do you think you could get rid of the blood on my shirt?" I asked of her, holding out the front of my shirt with my thumb and index fingers. She chuckled and in a moment I felt that funny sort of feeling whenever Magic coursed through your body.

Sure enough, the stains shrunk until I had my shirt back, letting me be on my way. "Tell Spike I said hello!" I called back to her as the heavy door closed. I hadn't much to do, so I headed back to the orchard. I passed Rainbowdash on the way there, and as usual, she was too busy to even say hello. Not that I minded. Holding my new book in hand I walked through the gates, and to my surprise, a stage had been set up.

The stage was rather large, and looked to be made as a partial dock for something of some sort. I could see the entire Apple Family (Except for Mac, oddly enough..) seated in front. Applebloom at the sight of me waved me over, she had reserved me a seat at the front with her. I took my seat after saying hello to a large part of the extended family, and waited patiently. Whatever it was we were waiting for was taking it sweet time.

"Hey, Applebloom, what're we sitting here for?" I had asked her, trying to keep quiet. "Apple Clause, of course!" she said excitedly. She really was just a big ball of fur and energy. "He comes during the day?" I asked, puzzled. "Why of course he does!" she said as her hoof went up to the air. "There he is now!" she exclaimed, clapping her hooves together. I turned up to the sky to see a chariot pulled by two elegant Pegasi, both in red armor with a green topped ornament. Obviously meant to be apple-based.

As the chariot grew closer and the foals of the Apple family roared in excitement, I saw the fabled "Apple Clause", and he was no more than Macintosh in a well designed outfit--no doubt by Rarity--and a beard that fit him real well. I laughed hysterically as the chariot pulled in and as everyone got quiet. I was the only one making sound for the moment, and I had quickly shut myself up.

After a long pause of silence, 'Apple Clause' gave a great big grin before exclaiming, "MERRY APPLE DAY!"

The foals went berserk at that, all clambering towards the southern-drawled 'Apple Clause', almost kicking each other in the face to meet him. It seemed that this holiday was popular even with the non-Apple Family foals, because Snips and Snails were there as well. It took Macintosh no more than a few seconds to fend off the attack of foals, and even less time to get them in a line.

"Good little colts and fillies wait in line for their presents!" he said in a horridly bad voice that was way too deep. I laughed at their eagerness to meet the bearded Macintosh. The said voice was the same kind those fake Santa's use back on Earth, funnier than hell with a side of pedophile. But, I must say that the suit looked better on him than it did on the other Santa's.

I found myself watching him intently while he handed out presents, the smile on my face never ceasing. Each foal got what they had wanted, apparently, so every parent must have been in on it. I laughed each time one of them just stood there slack-jawed when they were handed a neatly wrapped train set or some other sort of child's toy.

The festivities ended with Macintosh racing off in his Pegasi-Drawn carriage, taken off into the air and into the distance. His last words were 'Merry Apple Day to all, and to all a good afternoon!' which sent me into a laughing fit. My laughing elicited a few stares from the mares (that rhymed!) who were rounding up their children.

After most of the other ponies left the area, I retired back into my bedroom. It was around six PM and the days events, though not very straining, were tiresome nonetheless. With the added weight of my cast I had to lug around an extra pound or three, and trust me, it counts all the same.

I unbuttoned and removed my blue work shirt, tossing it over onto my dresser. My pants were slightly harder to get off, hugging my waist well, which made it difficult to get the button out. After slipping and hitting myself in the head a couple of times, I got the jeans off. I breathed a sigh of relief as my gut flopped forward.

I laid back onto my bed with a labored sigh. I thought about the days events for a moment, seeing if I had forgotten anything. Which, to be honest, was a bit dumb since I was already in my boxers. I rested my casted hand over my uncasted one, which both lie on my forehead. In my deafly silent reverie, I hadn' heard the still clause-clad Machintosh enter my room.

"How about that walk, James?" he said, startling me. I more or less just jumped a bit, tensing up as he smiled at me. The corners of my mouth grew wide as I shook my head. "I have a better ideal." I murmured coming close to him. he made a low, gutteral growl that sent a tingle down my spine, turning me on.

Our lips met rather melodramatically, my hands running up and down his sinewy musclelature, the red of his fur so soft between my fingers. He more-or-less put his strong forearms around me, holding tight for dear life. I ended up on my back with him atop, attacking my lips with his still. I could feel his shaft bumping me as it grew to it's incredibly long stature.

"Someone's getting excited.." I murmured through the short break of our lips, sending one hand towards his thigh, rubbing it intently." He moaned down my throat, asking for more. He broke the kiss, bringing his muzzle down to my boxers, using his teeth to pull them down to my ankles. I assisted by getting them fully off, kissing him playfully as I reached down between us.

I slipped down between us, my face meeting the tip of his rod. I slipped it into my mouth, suckling it tenderly whilst loosening myself up. Macintosh grunted, slamming forward a bit. I had adjusted to the sudden forceful entry surprisingly well, taking in quite a bit before I gagged. Feeling I was loose enough, and that Macintosh's shaft was lubricated enough, I gave one last tender lick before slipping back up to his face.

With a tender kiss on his muzzle, I lifted my legs up and around his body, moving his tip to my entrance. Though no words were spoken, he knew I was ready for it. With a strong thrust his tip pentrated my defences easily, giving him the greatest of pleasures. I bit hard on my lip as my prepared asshole took most of his shaft in.

My moans began to grow in power, forcing him to place one strong forearm over my mouth. We became rythmical, his grunts and thrusts happening in time with my moans. Soon enough my seed began to release, spurting outwards onto Macintosh's chest, it eventually dropping with strength and dribbling down out of the tip.

His breathing became labored and my ass became even more sore as his thrusting grew faster and faster, nearing his end. His seed painted my insides white, and as he pulled out it escaped from my now gaping rear. Sweat dripped down from Macintosh's face onto mine, though I was indeed creating my own as well.

Most sex sessions and with pillow talk, and this one was no exception. "James," he started. "Mm?" I responded, gazing into his eyes. "I tried to ask earlier, but Applebloom interrupted me," he just smiled at me lovingly, as if nothing else was really important. "What is it, Macintosh?" I inquired. "What do you want for Apple Day?" he asked simply.

"Just you Macintosh. Just you." I asnwered, though having a question of my own, "What about you Mac, did you get what you wanted for Apple Day?"

"Eeyup."